Writing Samples
Third-Person Sample:
Sakuyamon, composed of twinned souls, separated into two individual beings once more. For a heartbeat, both looked at each other, sharing more in that glance than anyone would know. Around them, the others that they had come to call friends chattered, happily commenting on their victory and planning the next step. Renamon looked out at the bleak landscape, her gaze focused on something not seen. Wind blew sand across the grey desert, calling attention to the ever-darkening world around them.
“…Renamon?” Rika’s voice was questioning, lacking the confident tone she always seemed to carry.
Renamon looked down at Rika, her eyes softening. “We have one more thing we need to do.”
Rika, catching on, nodded. “If you say so. Let’s go.” She turned to the others. “Renamon and I have an errand to run. Find the way out. We’ll be back in time!” She let Renamon grab her and run, the wind taking away the others’ shouts of protest.
Time moves different in that world. Renamon knew they only had minutes, but she already felt as if she'd been running for hours. Each quick step seemed like days were passing. She wasn't thinking any more, just running, and living in the speed. She needed to be faster. She needed to be more. She needed to do this.
Renamon didn’t know why she felt that she did. Becoming Sakuyamon had allowed her to sense all the life around her, and feel all the ones she needed to help. She knew that Rika felt the same. There were so many that needed help, and even though they couldn't help everyone, they could help this one.
Impmon. Half the time she didn’t even like him. He irritated her beyond what her strict composure could handle, but at the same time, she felt so protective towards him. They were similar, in the way they thought and felt. They both valued strength and power, and both were alone. But in the end, she had Rika. He had no one there for him. She felt, as unlikely as it was, that all he needed was a real friend to care about him to become someone worthwhile.
Or a hand up. She was running so fast she almost missed Impmon, lying facedown in the dirt. His dark fur was dulled and caked with mud and blood. Digimon can bleed, she thought absentmindedly, so why do so many think we’re not alive? We live, she thought, as she set Rika down, and watched her run towards the beaten Rookie. We live more than most, because we fight for what's important to us.
“Impmon!”
He raised his head weakly, though his eyes were still fixed in his signature glare. “Wha… what do you want?”
Rika stopped a footstep away from him. “We want you to come home with us.”
His eyes took on a confused look, and he looked over Rika’s shoulder at Renamon. She kept his gaze, simply looking at him. Impmon slowly got to his feet. “You‘re out of your tiny minds.”
“Impmon, please! We don’t have much time left.” Renamon took a step forward, allowing her concern to show on her face.
Impmon looked down, breaking her gaze. “...You’re not playin’ a joke on me?”
Renamon cut Rika’s response off. “We want you to come with us.”
Impmon looked up again, his voice soft. “Well, I guess that’s okay. If you ask me real nice, that is….”
Renamon wasted no time, and grabbed the two that she felt such a strong bond to, and started to run. She would not let them miss this chance. They both deserved better than what the Digital World offered. And they would have better, because she would get them back in time.
Renamon's steps never slowed, but night still came too quickly. Rika yelled over the wind. “Maybe Impmon was right; we are out of our tiny little minds! We're not going to make it!”
“Not a chance! We’re close.” Renamon’s sharp eyes made out the shape of Takato waiting for them; the others already in the portal to take them home.
Renamon raced up, and grabbed Takato as well. “Thanks for waiting, fearless leader, but you need to get on, too.”
Takato shifted in Renamon’s arms and narrowed his eyes at Impmon. “Your friendship brings me to tears, girls.”
Ignoring Takato, Renamon took a running leap and safely landed in the portal. She let Takato down, then sat down with Rika next to her, and Impmon still in her arms. Bewildered, Impmon looked at her. She tightened her arms around him, and he slowly relaxed into a semblance of sleep. Renamon looked over at Rika, who was now holding Calumon, and felt a supreme sense of peace. Whatever came next, didn’t really matter at the moment. Her friends were together and the ones she cared about most in all worlds was close and safe, and even if it was only temporary, that was all that she needed right now.
First-Person Sample:
Rika....
I'm human. I'm in the human world. I'm alive.
Rika. Where are you?
(i.e. All her entries would be addressed to Rika, like letters.)